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I woke, staring at the ceiling, wearing a huge grin, feeling a happy disposition, and suffering from a sore cervix.
Victor and I made love most of the night, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms at 3 a.m. I never woke until my alarm warned me I had twenty minutes before a training session with Hannah.
I rolled over carefully, delighted my fiancee faced me so I could stare into his beautiful, relaxed, sleeping face.
It was Friday, and we would have a private dinner cooked by Victor in the evening. Thursday’s date night was a massive success on many levels, injecting romance and a huge thrill into our relationship.
I slipped out of bed quietly, snuck downstairs, and enjoyed a ten-minute meditation, sitting inside the sauna while it gently warmed before Hannah arrived for our training session. She raced in like a whirlwind, hugged me, flung her bag to a corner, and peeled off an outdoor jacket.
“Have you been for a run?”
“Yeah. I dragged Anastasia with me. She needs all the endorphins she can get.”